This could end badly... [Poetry]

Remember, from time to time child, to gaze at the world beyond the tears.
Do not hide from the light, it will find you, and why let it find you quivering?
Remember, do not hurry child, make haste, but do not hurry.
You faggot, why do you write such inane advice to an unknown child we all know is you. Trying to influence the subconscious thought patterns you've filled with shit.
You let your thoughts devour you and now it's too late.
It's all over now baby blue. Give that badge back to momma and see if that ole cowboy belt a' yurs will hold yer bodyweight frum the old elm tree out back.
I can't believe I'm going to release this.
If this is poetry, I fucking hate poetry. Self parody stings so exquisitely.